Untitled.

Today while on the bus home from school, a blonde girl about my age sat in a seat near me. She was quite happy about her new job at some hairdressing salon and was talking animatedly with her friend.

I soon fell asleep and woke up 20 minutes later to find her crying. I thought 'what, did her boyfriend dump her?', and decided to be nosy and look over her shoulder to read what pitiful text message she was sending her ex-boyfriend.

When I peeked at her phone I saw that she had received a text massage from someone informing her that her dad had died.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.